April Winters, now called Autumn Summers met The Head-Killer once. She's the sole survivor. He escaped authorities. He wants his one and only back. He thinks there is only one way to drive her back into his arms. She needs to know he still wants her. Dean is the agent assigned to this case. He needs to find a way to protect Autumn. He needs to find a way to stop The Head-Killer from wanting her, for he wants her himself. It's going to be a crazy ride. Will Autumn and Dean come out on top? That's the question I'll leave you with.


2. Chapter 1



Chapter 1


- Autumn’s POV -


I laid there on the bed. Plastic beneath me. I could hear the rain against the tinted windows. This place was deserted. No one was here but him. He went to the other room to grab some things. Or at least that’s what he said. The room was all dark except for where the candles were. If it wasn’t for me being kidnapped I would think this would be quite romantic. I heard the door open. A scraping sound against the floor. This was probably an old building. The door sounded heavy as it shut with a loud bang. I heard his footsteps come closer. Then he appeared in my view.

“Good you’re awake.” He said. I could see the snake tattoo on his arm. It looked like it was going to attack me.

“LET ME GO YOU BASTARD!” I yelled at him. He laughed and shook his head.

“Hell no! You little bitch! You will scream and yell and beg for your life when I’m done with you.”


“Oh hell yes, you will.” He said with this evil grin. He walked to his table with supplies and grabbed a knife. He walked back to me and placed it against my throat. He made a cut, not to deep to kill me but deep enough to hurt.

“Ouch you fucking bastard!” He just laughed in response. Then there were knocks on the door. Who would that be?

“I hope you haven’t told anyone who I am and where we are you little stupid annoying brat!” I paled at the look of anger and hatred in his brown, almost black, eyes. He placed the knife beside me and walked to the door. It was in another room. He couldn’t see me. He couldn’t hear me. I slid down a bit. As much as I could. And tried to grab the knife. It worked. I cut through my binds and got up. I grabbed the blanket as a cover for me and tried to find the back door. I walked back making no sound. I finally found a door and ran outside. We were in the middle of a big city. I quickly walked between the people. I stood out because I wore only the blanket but I had to find the cops.

“Do you know where the police station is?” I asked an elderly lady. She looked nice. She pointed with her hands and said bye. I walked in the direction she pointed.

“There you are bitch!” I heard him scream after me. I started to run.


*knock knock*

I woke up with a scream. I shot to a sitting position in bed. My breath came in pants. When was that dream going to vanish.

“Hello anybody home?” I heard someone on the other end of the door saying.

I walked to a chair and grabbed my robe. I pulled it on and walked to the door. Opening it I saw it was the mailman.

“Hello are you Miss Summers?” He asked.

“Yes that’s me.”

“Oh I have a package for you.” He grabbed a box from the ground and gave it to me.

“Can you sign here?”

“Yeah sure. But I haven’t ordered anything.” I signed his sheet and walked inside. I placed the box on the table and grabbed a knife to open it.

“AAAAAA!” I screamed as I opened the box. The mailman came rushing in as I hadn’t closed the door yet. He peeked inside the box and fainted. He just fell to the floor.

I walked to the phone and called 911.

“Hello 911 what’s your emergency?”

“Uhm I kind of received a package with a head in it.”

“What kind of head?”

“A human’s head.”

“OMG you got a package with a human’s head in it. I will send the cops to your place immediately!”

“Thanks!” I sighed in relieve.

“Wait where is your place?”

“Oh it’s greenstreet building 145 apartment 4C.”

“Okay they will be there in about 5 minutes.” I heard a groan behind me. The mailman began to wake up. I hung up the phone and walked to him.

As he tried to sit up I helped him to the couch and placed him there.

“Did I just see a human head in a package?” he asked. As I nodded he fainted again.

“Hello police!” I heard someone say as they banged on the door. I opened it and let them in.

“So where is that package you told us about?” I took them to the table and let them see the box. A young officer peeked in and turned green immediately.

“Oh My Gosh. That’s really a human head. Where is the toilet?” he said. I pointed to the toilet and he made a run for it. As he was in I heard him puke his guts out. It sounded so I don’t know not very healthy. Then more people barged in.

“Hello FBI we are taking this case!” What I guess is the leader of their team said.

“What no! This is our case!”  The young officer said as he walked back in.

“No longer. It’s ours now!” The leader said. He grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket and showed it to the officer.

“Oh okay.” The officer grabbed his partner and left my apartment.

“Hello Miss Summers I presume.” The leader said.

“Yes that’s me.”

“Who is the guy unconscious on the couch?”

“He’s the mailman. He brought me the head.”

“Okay. I need you to come to the headquarters with me. Boys! Take the boy with you too!”

“Wait can I get dressed first? And who are you?”

“Okay but quickly. And who I am is none of your business” I frowned but walked to my room anyway. I quickly but on some underwear, which was a dark red lacy thong and a matching bra. After the attack I always wore this type of underwear as it made me feel more secure about myself. And then grabbed a pair of jean shorts and a plain beige with black flowers crop top.

I walked back out and grabbed my purse with my phone some money and my cards. If I had to guess I would probably have brought some make-up with me too. I always placed everything I had in that purse and never empty it.

“Ready to go!” I said in a cheery voice.

“Finally!” The leader answered.

“Jeeez Mister grumpy pants! Cheer up! The sun is shining!”

“OMG no! We have a morning person with us!” He said in a whining tone. Jeez Mr grumpy pants much! I walked to his car and he opened the back door for me. Great I wasn’t even allowed to sit in the front.

“Hell NO! I am going to sit in the passenger seat!”

“Jeez you spoiled brat just do as I say!” He answered me. I frowned at him and sat down in the back.

I stuck out my tongue and pulled some funny faces at him. His partner that was allowed to sit up front had to laugh about my reaction.

“Marcus don’t encourage her! Just shut up and watch if we get followed!” Mr grumpy pants growled at his partner who apparently is called Marcus.

“Hello Marcus how are you?” I asked.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Mr grumpy pants yelled.




Hi everybody,


I hope you'll enjoy the book.


And btw a happy new year!

Next chapter will follow tomorrow!




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